Jessica~
I froze in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat. My mind struggled to process what my eyes had just seen.
Oh. Oh no.
I looked at my son and his wife, mortified. They were naked, and I could see that they were doing the deed. He was holding her from behind, not letting go.
Heat flooded my face, my fingers tightening around the pie dish I had brought, as if it could somehow shield me from the absolute horror of this moment. I hadn’t meant to barge in. I had knocked. Hadn’t I?
Oh, God. Had I knocked?
I coughed and, without saying a word, left the room.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Nope. Not happening. I cannot process this.
This was my son. My baby. And his wife—my jaw clenched as their intimate moment burned into my memory.
I hurried down to the kitchen, filled a glass
